A single flame. [archive]

The Ederren

I woke up early to the sound of pouring rain. A hint of thunder in the distance echoed as the wind whipped about my home. I had yet to fix the holes in my roof which were now filled with streams of water that dripped and flowed into my home making pools on wood and earthen flooring alike. One only has so many pots and cups to collect the drops, and the maddening sound of drops ringing constantly at their own pace for me is never worth the trouble.

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